[Dr Dre]Yeah, classic hip hop shitDr D-R-E, Rozay and JayLets get ‘emWe started out mopping floorsNow we front row at the awardsNumber 1 for the last 20 yearsIf you real muthafucker scream cheersMuthafucker scream cheersAnd it is what it isHe wanted to shine at the swap meetTil the white boys got him in that hot seatOnly love it when her hair longYou should listen to this beat through my headphonesMoney long, number 1 20 years strongFuck a gym, I am him, Andre YoungG5′s to 6-4′s, Dre got ‘emIf the bitch bad I got her in red bottomsGreat weed, nice homes, bread properTech 9, long chamber, top shottaBentley coupe, new yacht, my helicopterBorn broke, real nigga straight outta ComptonThe fuck you magazine niggas want from me?I rewrote the game nigga, now talk moneyAll black on my Al Capone shitI built the house, nigga get ya own shitI only love it when her hair longYou should listen to this beat through my headphones

[Rick Ross]See yall niggasLay the top downI came along way from the weed game20 stack seats at the Heat gameAnd I’m still strapped with the heat manGame, we stepping’ on it, nigga feet mayne8 pair of sneakers, came from the d-gameCousin was a crip said it was a c-thingBrown bag money in a duffle bagFuck ‘em all, wet ‘em, yeh we gotta double bagThe homie whipping chickens in his momma kitchenOn a mission, say he get it for son’s tuitionReal nigga’s dreams coming to FruitionStumble but I never fall leaning on my pistolI only love her when that ass fatWe used to listen to this track in my MaybachI’m just tryna be a billionaireCome and suck a dick for a millionaire

[Jay-Z]It’s just different, I know it feels differentI only love her if her eyes brownPlay this shit while you play around with my crownKing H-O, yall should know by nowIf you don’t know? on my wall in all my roomsNiggas couldn’t fuck with my daughters roomNiggas couldn’t walk in my daughters socksBanksy bitches, BasquiatsI ran through that buck 50, Live Nation, fronted meThey working on another deal, they talking 250I’m holding out for 3, 275 and I just might agreeEx D-boy, used to park my BeemerNow look at me I can park at my own ArenaI only love her if her weave newI’m still a hood nigga, what you want me to doBeen hoppin’ out the BM with your bmTaking her places you can’t go with yourScreaming carpe diem until I’m a dead poetRobin Williams shit, I deserve a goldy gold discI take an Ace in the meanwhileYou aint gotta keep this, it’s just a freestyleFuck rap money, I made more off cratesFuck show money, I spent that on drapesClose the curtains, fuck boy out my faceI whip the coke, let the lawyer beat the caseMurder was the case that they gave meI killed the Hermes store somebody save meStuntin’ to the max like wavyoh shit, stuntin’ top the max I’m so wavyUsed to shop in TJ Maxx back in ’83I didn’t even know if it was open thenI aint know Oprah thenHad the Xl80 bike, loud motorThey be like, damn when I’m coming throughHad a grill in ’88Ya’ll niggas is lateYou got all that right?I love this shit like my own daughterAnd spray these niggas baby just like daddy taught yaYoung, it’s just different

The night is young (The night is young)Come and go with me (Come and go with me)Up in the sky (Up in the sky)Is where you wanna be.Don’t bring me down, don’t bring me downDon’t bring me down, don’t bring me downDon’t bring me down, don’t bring me down

Tonight I’m twistin’ ‘em big, I’m poppin’ pink bottlesPull out the old school Chevys and make the pipes rattleKev wrap the rubber bands, no credit cards45 catch the cliques, no bodyguardsCall that my real nigga passportPull ‘em out when them old bitches ask for itI’ve been collecting paper, tryna stuff my bank accountWith this pen and paper give you somethin’ to think aboutThe diamonds shine and the wine is muscatoWe ride shit from my garage, fuck a limoMy piece is 1 tenth of a dollarShe left her panties at my crib on the coffee tableI’m waitin’ for the beat

The night is young (The night is young)Come and go with me (Come and go with me)Up in the sky (Up in the sky)Is where you wanna be.Don’t bring me down, don’t bring me downDon’t bring me down, don’t bring me downDon’t bring me down, don’t bring me down

Tonight we’re takin’ the city and paintin’ it all blackDrama on the soundtrack and it’s all crackYour speed exceed 100 down i20We breathe and smoke in and out and got plentyI’m on the passenger, tonight I’m lettin’ my bitch driveShe here to buckle and the car commitin’ suicideLaw enforcement on my car with camerasTryna connect gang members and gangsta rappersDrug dealers, athletes and black actorsGet caught up, prostitutes and back taxesFuck it, tonight we’re livin’ like we don’t existTime stopped like I broke the watch on my wristSomewhere you wanna be?

The night is young (The night is young)Come and go with me (Come and go with me)Up in the sky (Up in the sky)Is where you wanna be.Don’t bring me down, don’t bring me downDon’t bring me down, don’t bring me downDon’t bring me down, don’t bring me down

What goes up must come downAnd if I stay down, then I don’t come upLife a bitch, I got my hand on the but, foot on the clutchOn my new wonder, smokin’ a blunt.Tired of all sililaquez, service squeezeStill use a triple B for insominityAnd please, if bein’ broke is your diseaseI took a test and passed and nigga I’m clean.Promethazine poured in the 2 literGot my gorillas with me, and I’m the zookeeperSee, you ain’t seen it all until you’ve seen it allIf life a movie you never know when it might pause.

The night is young (The night is young)Come and go with me (Come and go with me)Up in the sky (Up in the sky)Is where you wanna be.Don’t bring me down, don’t bring me downDon’t bring me down, don’t bring me downDon’t bring me down, don’t bring me down

High rises, day breaksClouds hide the sun’s raysQuick sand and mistakesSmash walls to get throughI fight the good fightEven on the bad daysIt’s darkest before lightI’m gonna push through

Turbo charged barsSlot cars on tracks, falling off, game stars in these rap warsAin’t nothing band-aids won’t coverTouring with 7D coverageLive bands, two buses, my own cashNo budget, no major label fundings, Jets babyWe went from crawling to walking to runningYou can’t see nothing, you under gag orderHopping out of Audi’s hurting y’all with kicks, I’m the TransporterThink about it, never mind, you ain’t gottaI’m already on some whole other, word to yo mufuckin selfNobody else gon’ do it for ya, nobody elseEvery now and then someone’ll offer ya help, but they ain’t doing nothing‘Til they really see you tryna do something, I ain’t bluffingKush puffing on you jive turkeysStuffing stockings with these giftsAudible applaudables homie take a wiff

High rises, day breaksClouds hide the sun’s raysQuick sand and mistakesSmash walls to get throughI fight the good fightEven on the bad daysIt’s darkest before lightI’m gonna push through

When you a man, action is what’s expected, nothing is spoken onProducer never got time for no excuses, gotta go beyondMy flow is tom-fooleryI smoke these poor rappers so fast they call me ?I beautifully exude the vibe that’s free of ambiguityYa goonery for the sake of goonery is cartoons to meIt’s coonery, it’s lunacy, let’s make a planeOnly way that you hang is attached to a treeThe moon talk to the sea and speak the body language fluentlyShe make it rainWhen I’m on fire, she always try to douse meOnly reason that you make it rain is ‘cause your diamonds cloudyI see you from a mile away when it get overcastOld people feel it in they bones, invade your home like I broke the glassAnd let myself in, fighting for freedom like the people in TunisiaSpread through Sudan and Egypt, this the music for the movementThe score to your achievements, never join ‘em so you gotta beat ‘emIt’s carpe diem hey (hey) yeah

High rises, day breaksClouds hide the sun’s raysQuick sand and mistakesSmash walls to get throughI fight the good fightEven on the bad daysIt’s darkest before lightI’m gonna push through

Like kindergartenersMy vision’s bothered by vigilantes that harbor on street cornersTry your hardest to harvest bundles of weed on yaThe starving’ll speed on ya, stampede on yaImpede on your pockets then pee on yaDreams of us living lavish in fabrics of fine linensSpending, established, with women dining and laughingBut this environment got us violent, ready to crash in-To society, take this driver seat, hope you fastenedYour seatbelts twice, when I rolled them dice, I crappedSo many times I can build casinos from scratchToo many daps you might receive from the things you achieve, relaxThat’s what my mental say, but my physical’s been detached, I’m on some other shitLike fuck the government, take the higher rankings, where’s the mothership?I made a covenant that I was changing by my luck is bentQuite disgusting when reality ? where the fuck you been?Left him face down like he was plankingIn a cold world where old girl and her homeboy got a motiveYou can bench curl your tribulations, that sensation’s insultingGot a wifey or a mistress, nigga which one you indulging?Regardless of who you pick know life’s a bitch when you ain’t focused niggaI’m focused

High rises, day breaksClouds hide the sun’s raysQuick sand and mistakesSmash walls to get throughI fight the good fightEven on the bad daysIt’s darkest before lightI’m gonna push through

[Verse 1]Yeah, Harlem, Bronx, BrooklynLet’s make a betI know the reason you ain’t make it yetYou say you set but you ain’t see the tedious ingredientsThat go inside of a rider, you hiding from problems andYou never knew how to make dollarsYou couldn’t make orders at a drive-through McDonald’sI was fly at the Apollo with black Jason, 89 with a bottleNiggas jealous of JasonDark green seven forty, no tintRollie on wrist, gleaming he rock the baldyUsed to ride with him to Brooklyn, Louis, and HallseyCop chocolate thai, Vernon style and burn it downMy nigga hype in the federal joint, verdict outTwenty years getting money in the Dirty SouthThat’s alleged, you see my nigga’s a stand up dudeSo I’m yelling free my niggaMy nephew godfather Malik, he jammed up tooFor what his hands usually call for but he ain’t do it

[Hook: Victoria Monet]Who you are ain’t in the recipe to what I amCause where I’m from, manWhat I see you wouldn’t understandWhere I been and what I doNo matter how you try you never canCause where I’m fromWhat I see you wouldn’t understandWhere I been, where I been

[Verse 2]You ever been on the other end of a robber’s revolverNot me, call me Lucky Nas CasalanaOr been shot in the medulla oblongata and survivedAnd praise God with a bullet I never collidedSome did and they livedI salute the godsMoet spilling, splashed by mistake on my Timb boots for y’allN.Y. nigga, Adidas, jogging suitShelltoes, slim, fly niggaHudson River, rent a boat, t-shirt with a dinner coatAnd vintage Fila like I’m the ghost of DomencioOn any day getting throwed in a tinted vehicleLike a old BK gangsta, but I’m the CEOOf Nasty Nas Enterprises, mastermind, made menMy success symbolizes loyalty, great friendsDedication, hard work, routine builds characterIn a world full of snakes, rats and scavengersNever make choices out of desperation, I think through itBreak through walls like Pink FloydAnd drink fluids of all kind of alcohol y’allVineyards in France, yachts out in Cannes

[Hook]

[Verse 3]Now holla at a millionaireRollie, Hublot and Audemar, deciding which one to wearWho to screw, what to drive550 with the cream guts insideOr the Super Sport Range truck is flyDiamond ring on my knuckles like fire, bitchGat’s on us, I don’t really trust these guysSpend a couple bucks a night on bottles on cutiesIf she beautiful, the lustful typeI’ll hit it and bust insideFuck it, I’mma die one dayThey gon’ probably make that day a holidayUntil then, let’s go on a shopping spreeSpeaking for my real niggas, only OGsCertified who kill niggas when put in that seatBut tonight we on chill nigga, chill modeSpill more Spades, listen to Jeezy and Hov, some RozayIt’s like we always on the grind with no brakesSo tonight we gon’ act like we on vacation with this on rotation

[Verse 1: Macklemore]When I was in the 3rd gradeI thought that I was gayCause I could draw, my uncle wasAnd I kept my room straightI told my mom, tears rushing down my faceShe’s like, “Ben you’ve loved girls since before pre-K”Trippin’, yeah, I guess she had a point, didn’t sheA bunch of stereotypes all in my headI remember doing the math like“Yeah, I’m good a little league”A pre-conceived idea of what it all meantFor those who like the same sex had the characteristicsThe right-wing conservatives think its a decisionAnd you can be cured with some treatment and religionMan-made, rewiring of a pre-dispositionPlaying GodAhh nah, here we goAmerica the braveStill fears, what, we don’t knowAnd God loves all His childrenIs somehow forgottenBut we paraphrase a book written35 hundred years agoI don’t know

[Hook: Mary Lambert]And I can’t changeEven if I triedEven if I wanted toAnd I can’t changeEven if I triedEven if I wanted toMy love, my love, my loveShe keeps me warm [x4]

[Verse 2: Macklemore]If I was gayI would think hip-hop hates meHave you read the YouTube comments lately“Man that’s gay”Gets dropped on the dailyWe’ve become so numb to what we’re sayin’Our culture founded from oppressionYeah, we don’t have acceptance for ‘emCall each other faggotsBehind the keys of a message boardA word routed in hateYet our genre still ignores itGay is synonymous with the lesserIt’s the same hate that’s caused wars from religionGender and skin colorComplexion of your pigmentThe same fight that lead people to walk-outs and sit-insIt’s human rights for everybodyThere is no differenceLive on! And be yourself!When I was in churchThey taught me something elseIf you preach hate at the serviceThose words aren’t anointedAnd that Holy WaterThat you soak inIs then poisonedWhen everyone elseIs more comfortableRemaining voicelessRather than fighting for humansThat have had their rights stolenI might not be the sameBut that’s not importantNo freedom ’til we’re equalDamn right I support itI don’t know

[Hook: Mary Lambert]And I can’t changeEven if I triedEven if I wanted toAnd I can’t changeEven if I triedEven if I wanted toMy love, my love, my loveShe keeps me warm [x4]

[Verse 3: Macklemore]We press playDon’t press pauseProgress, march on!With a veil over our eyesWe turn our back on the cause‘Till the dayThat my uncles can be united by lawKids are walkin’ around the hallwayPlagued by pain in their heartA world so hatefulSomeone would rather dieThan be who they areAnd a certificate on paperIsn’t gonna solve it allBut it’s a damn good place to startNo law’s gonna change usWe have to change usWhatever god you believe inWe come from the same oneStrip away the fearUnderneath it’s all the same loveAbout time that we raised up

[Hook: Mary Lambert]And I can’t changeEven if I triedEven if I wanted toAnd I can’t changeEven if I triedEven if I wanted toMy love, my love, my loveShe keeps me warm [x4]

Pong, pong, pong, pong SouljaOn that ho, on that ho, splashOn that ho, on that ho, yeahWatch this, watch this,

I just kicked it to her Michael Jackson, on that hoUntil she singing on my mike like Toni Braxton, on that hoThen I Regie Nobo, time for some action, on that hoeWatch this, watch this, watch this,Ok, like Bobby Brown we can get it cracking, on that hoGrain bag bitch, you know what I’m packing, on that hoI ain’t no pimp but I’m macking, on that hoWatch this, watch this, watch this,I be like fuck it, and get the mean mugging, on that hoYeah we be bucking if you niggas style somethingLike in the A, magic city strip clubbing, on that hoMake it rain likeWatch this, watch this, watch this,I south side, on that hoI east side, on that hoI west side, on that hoI north side, on that hoNow do your dance, on that hoDo your dance, on that hoWatch this, watch this, watch this,

On yellow diamond Shawty, on that hoPull up in that brand new Audi, on that hoI turned up the party, on that hoAnd Shawty going so hard, she on the mollieIt’s NBA how I bal, on that hoSoulja boy hit the mall with Marley mall, on that hoAnd I’m flying off on a private jet, on that hoAnd I got a Porsche so you know my name, on that hoYou know I keep my swagger, on that hoAnd you pull up on that brand new phantom, on that hoHey, want me hit that 2 chain, on that hoThen I tell her bring the bindess while she twerking on the floor

I south side, on that hoI east side, on that hoI west side, on that hoI north side, on that hoNow do your dance, on that hoDo your dance, on that hoNow do your dance, on that hoWatch this, watch this, watch this,

I’m the king, on that hoDo it big, on that hoPop a band, on that hoWhoop my dick, on that hoNow do your dance, on that hoDo your dance, on that ho, do your danceWatch this, watch this

Now when I pull up, you know it’s something falling, on that hoAnd with them diamonds on, you know they ain’t ignoring, on that hoAnd if she got an ass like a horse, I’m Ralph Lauren, on that hoPolo, polo, polo, poloOk my niggas got keys like the doorman, on that hoWe make them stretch like when you wake up in the morning, on that hoI get around and I ain’t even started touring, on that hoWatch this, watch this, watch thisShe said I got the fucking formulaCause I got her trying angles like Bermuda, on that hoOh you didn’t know? I invented kamasutra, on that hoBreak that, break thatI’m almost done, but that don’t mean I’m finished, on that hoPaper like a book and you ain’t got a sentence, on that hoI’m not a bizness man, I’m a bizness, on that hoWatch this, watch this, watch this

I south side, on that hoI east side, on that hoI west side, on that hoI north side, on that hoNow do your dance, on that hoDo your dance, on that hoNow do your dance, on that hoWatch this, watch this, watch this.

You came for every single second I hadThe way I loved you from just under my breathWas a constant reminder that what beat in my chestWasn’t mine anymore I’d guessedYou swore the sun you’d never do this againLet down your guard and leave here more than a friendThere was a fire there could be one againWhere’s the map telling me to begin

‘Cause I won’t let you burn out tonight

And you be the reasonI’ll be the rhymeWe’ve both got way too much aheadto worry ’bout what we’ve left behindSo you keep the beatWe’ll stay on timeAnd fill the pages with just how both our worlds collideWhen I’m left in your eyes

You needed something you could hold with your handsSomething rebellious that you don’t understandSomething that you were sure we’d never remandWon’t you please clue me in on the plan

And you be the reasonI’ll be the rhymeWe’ve both got way too much aheadto worry bout what we’ve left behindSo you keep the beatWe’ll stay on timeAnd fill the pages with just how both our worlds collideWhen I’m left in your eyes

I hope to everything you never releaseThis hold you have on meWhere there’s your signature on every pieceOf my heart that there could be

And you be the reasonI’ll be the rhymeWe’ve both got way too much aheadto worry ’bout what we’ve left behindSo you keep the beatWe’ll stay on timeAnd fill the pages with just how both our worlds collideWhen I’m left in your eyes

Put me in A special school 'Cos I am such a fool And I don't need A single book To teach me how to read Who needs stupid books? They are for petty crooks And I will learn By studying The lesson in my dreams Turn off the TV 'Cos that's what others see And movies are as bad as Eating chocolate ice cream They only sicken me Don't let me play football I'll sack the quarterback and jack da brother of the ball I'm a troublemaker Never been a faker Doing things my own way And never giving up I'm a troublemaker Not a double taker I don't have The patience To keep it on the up I picked up a guitar What does that signify? I'm gonna play Some heavy metal riffs And you will die You wanted arts And crafts How's this for arts And crafts Wananana That's right I'm growing out my hair I'm movin' out To Cherokee I'm gonna be A rock star And you will go To bed with me 'Cos I can't work a job Like any other slob Punch it in And punch it out And suckin' up to Bob Marrying a ***** Having 7 kids Giving up And growing old And hoping There's a God I'm a troublemaker Never been a faker Doing things My own way And never giving up I'm a troublemaker Not a double taker I don't have The patience To keep it On the up I'm gonna be a star And people Will crane necks To get a glimpse of me And see If I am having a ***** In studying And my moves They try To understand Why I am so unlike The singers In the other bands I'm such a mystery As anyone can see There isn't Anybody else Exactly quite Like me' And when It's party time Like 1999 I party by myself Because I'm such A special guy I'm a troublemaker Never been a faker Doing things My own way And never giving up I'm a troublemaker Not a double taker I don't have The patience To keep it On the up (Keep it on the up) I'm a troublemaker (Keep it on the up) I'm a troublemaker (Keep it on the up) I'm a troublemaker Never giving up

What you like she said shopping I said what else she said mobbing The past couple years have been kinda rough So clothes is what I get lost in I love it, do it often, money power respect ... 24/7 2365, my prada's up in that hot ... Got a lot of product, she rap...she said fuck around And just cope the bands I ain't got no man but she got a ... Capricorn as one in December And Philip Lemont Timbalands, credit card no limits Soldier slim Purse European, got the golden tram Can't organize shit, she just throws it in Still on the a train wearing a win Got the same thing tryina maintain this the same thang Different day different bang goes bling bling Couple chains, couple rangs do the damn thang Man they say that it ain't tricking if you got it Well let me tell you it ain't tricking cause she bought it

[Hook] I used to give a fuck, but not anymore Got a bad thang, she walking in the store She got a lot a friends but I got plenty more She bought a couple ... she counting 20 more Bad bitches, bad bitches, bitches everywhere Feeling like I got a bad bitch concierge Bad, bad, bad bitches everywhere Feeling like I got a bad bitch concierge

Now, Molly gone off that Mary Mary gone off that Molly Me I'm somewhere in the middle Yeah morning love in this party Got a young bitch that don't cook or clean Trust her ass off, she love my queen Never worked a day in her life nigga Her sugar daddy bought that's a lean That's a bad bitch, bad bitch Always talking that cash shit 30k in the zip lock, straight to the mall, scope bag 6 What's that jacket, Marcela, what them shoes bout, Alyah What that bag there, don't worry What it cost you? A Honda And all the hoes get pissed off, Can't but that with no gift card Her ass real, her titties real With that pussy buy give you 6 stars Swirl in her hand, a real nigga in her corner Head to the sky, that's a bad bitch for ya

[Hook] I used to give a fuck, but not anymore Got a bad thang, she walking in the store She got a lot a friends but I got plenty more She bought a couple ... she counting 20 more Bad bitches, bad bitches, bitches everywhere Feeling like I got a bad bitch concierge Bad, bad, bad bitches everywhere Feeling like I got a bad bitch concierge

Ok, ok, ok My, my, my chick dressing like fashion week Your, your, your chick well the fashion's weak See mine don't talk she just let her wrist speak Hipster lipstick like the dip tea Fresh to death she's resting in peace South in murder ...these cold streets Fresh...this house, ...smell like b 99 Vintage, ride around the world, living, old style, she different Money talks and red bottoms walks, everybody listening Looking like a model, feeling like a million 5 foot 11 when she up in the hills then Grew up in Carson, move to the hills then Oh so good, but she bad as a villain Man they say that it ain't tricking if you got it Well let me tell you it ain't tricking cause she bought it

[Hook] I used to give a fuck, but not anymore Got a bad thang, she walking in the store She got a lot a friends but I got plenty more She bought a couple ... she counting 20 more Bad bitches, bad bitches, bitches everywhere Feeling like I got a bad bitch concierge Bad, bad, bad bitches everywhere Feeling like I got a bad bitch concierge.

Chorus: She got a booty hanging out her skirt, she got her boobies poking out her shirt yeaaaaah She hit the dance floor , and made it work, now all the other girls feelings hurt yeaaaah Gone work it out , gone work (Yeaaah) Gone work it out , gone work (Yeaaah) Gone work it out , gone work (Yeaaah)

So baby girl you kno jus what you doing you shouldnt be dressed like that people gone think you be prostituting I don't mind though, in my eyes girl you fine so you already know what I'm trying to do get you home and take my time on you ooh, ooh girl you so nasty you dropping it low I'm on my booty patrol and ain a damn thing getting past me so go and gone swing my way, DJ let this song play Crazy thoughts all in my mind but you give me the business all day So can we make that happen? The vision is attraction Said she had an A in math, I'm the club lights, camera, action Then came to action, right there on the dance floor Ha, and this how I dance. I said she work it out, while i work it out Round 1, round 2 , bring the curtains out She a bad girl, with a perfect mouth And a body (you only?) heard about

Chorus: She got a booty hanging out her skirt, she got her boobies poking out her shirt yeaaaaah She hit the dance floor , and made it work, now all the other girls feelings hurt yeaaaah Gone work it out , gone work (Yeaaah) Gone work it out , gone work (Yeaaah) Gone work it out , gone work (Yeaaah) we gone get it poppin in this club, poppin in this club

Lil Mama had one hellava of walk and i know that she bad (I see you flexin huh I see you flexin huh) From the look in her eyes I can tell that she wants me (I fuck you right I will I fuck you right I will) Girl gone do what you gone do...in front of you I'm known to make it rain, but its all okay girl just for you We all up in this club, I wanna make good love Them other girls gone hate, but what you got is great Your 5'5 , brown eyes, and.. coco , i see why every girl hate on ya No lie, no lie. And no flex, no flex. OHHHHHH girl you got it.

Chorus: (x2) She got a booty hanging out her skirt, she got her boobies poking out her shirt yeaaaaah She hit the dance floor , and made it work, now all the other girls feelings hurt yeaaaah Gone work it out , gone work (Yeaaah) Gone work it out , gone work (Yeaaah) Gone work it out , gone work (Yeaaah) we gone get it poppin in this club, poppin in this club

Prepare for take off, Young money in the front like the pace car Young told you got the blunt, I need a copilot Throw the snitches off the jet They going sky diving I'm at a skateboard session Bitch I be so high I can meet George Jetson Hoes in the cockpit, when truck fit Jet life, no turbulence

2 x Don't miss this jet hoe Don't miss this jet hoe Don't miss this jet hoe Don't miss this jet hoe Talking jet life to the next life Jet life to the next life Jet life to the next life Jet life to the next life

To me, you're extra special darling And the thrill I feel is real and oh, so good So when you say you love me, I believe you girl It's not what we say but what we really do You got to understand darling The world's not for long baby There's only time for praying And singing, and having a love party You've gotta check out the tires baby Cause what we need is a love explosion No time to wait, cause gotta pray and meditate You've gotta check out the tires baby Cause what we need is a love explosion No time to wait, cause gotta pray

Now we're going miles and miles through the known danger Revelations prophecies nearly fulfilled We are blessed to experience the changing world So let's love before your fate is closed and sealed Understand darling, the world is not for long baby There's only time for praying and singing And having a love party You've gotta check out the tires baby Cause what we need is a love explosion No time to wait, cause gotta pray and meditate You've gotta check out the tires baby Cause what we need is a love explosion No time to wait, cause gotta pray.

Old days don't come to find me This sun is just about to climb Up over there While my heart is sinking I do not want my voice to go out Into the air Did you leave the darkness without me? You're always miles ahead And we're standing in tomorrow On the runway

All be the music in my head The air around my bed All be my rest Retrace the smile disgraces Of the time embraces That I never really loved Did you leave the darkness without me? You're always miles ahead And we're standing in tomorrow On the runway

Old days don't come to find me This sun is just about to climb Up over there While my heart is sinking I do not want my voice to go out Into the air Did you leave the darkness without me? You're always miles ahead And we're standing in tomorrow On the runway On the runway.

Well, I've been waiting like all week long And the DJ's playing our favorite song Well, he's got me singing na na na na na Na na na na yeah Tell me what you're drinking, gonna get you right Tell me little baby, we'll be rockin' all night I wanna get you singin' na na na na na Na na na na yeah When it all comes crashing down Tell me who's beside'. You get one chance, you only get one shot So come on pretty baby show me what you got Show me how you sing it, na na na na na Na na na na yeah The night flies by, no the sun don't wait So smoke 'em if you got 'em before it gets too late Everybody's singin' na na na na na Na na na na yeah When it all comes crashing down Tell me who's beside you now? CHORUS Be the life of the party You won't be sorry Tell me who are we if we ain't with our friends? It's the end of the world All you boys, all you girls Put your hands together, let me hear an Amen (A million na na na's) CHORUS When it all comes crashing down (when it all comes crashing down now, when it comes down who you gonna call now?) Tell me who's beside you now?

Can you believe it? It's been almost ten years now And I'm getting that feeling, as we're driving 'round this town Passing by the old school yard, everything just looks so small Before the drums and the guitars, way back when we knew it all And she's sitting right next to me, her hand in the wind In that old white Cherokee I grew up in Yeah, it's crazy Crazy but it's true

CHORUS That you never get a second chance at the first time We will never be eighteen again No, you never get a second chance at the first time It's so good to see you my old friend It's good to see you again Can you believe it? How much everything has changed? Well, they shut down the old diner And they put in some new chain You know it's so good to see you Man, your hair had got so long It feels like it's been forever Used to sing you that old song With you sitting right next to me, your hand in the wind In that old white Cherokee I grew up in Yeah, it's crazy Crazy 'cause it's true

CHORUS

Well, you know they say that growing up is hard It's so hard to think of how we almost got so far Do you remember on the night of our first kiss? Baby, didn't it feel just a little bit like this? With you sitting right next to me, your hand in the wind In that old white Cherokee I grew up in Yeah, it's crazy Crazy 'cause it's true

Angel, it’s been fun, but I am disgustedWhat I have become yeahCan’t you see, you hit me like a meteor

And left a crater in me, wiping out the signs of loveNow it’s just a swelling cloud of smoke aboveDamage was astronomical, but I can not get enough,O-o-oh

Can’t believe it’s not love we’re makingI must have been mistakenCan’t believe it’s not love we’re makingI’m startled, I’m shakenIt’s soft to the touching and it’s sweet on the tongueI think, I could need a second opinionO-o-oh

Angel, on a wing and a prayer, we made itIt’s got to mean something, inside me saysWe were brought togetherBy the Universe’s forces that you can not findCompletely irresistible, entirely rightYou’re incandescent like a star in the sky at nightO-o-oh

Can’t believe it’s not love we’re makingI must have been mistakenCan’t believe it’s not love we’re makingI’m startled, I’m shakenIt’s soft to the touching and it’s sweet on the tongueAnd now, I’m gonna need a second oṗinionO-o-oh